Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Australia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
UT,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Fatback Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
The Angels of Light,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.